(I don’t even remember how the subject came up but @beatlemaniacinthetardis and I were taking about the Amis getting together at someone’s house and telling each other stories from when they came out of the closet. We stayed up way too late last night coming up with these so we felt the need to share)
Bahorel comes out to his family when he goes downstairs in the rainbowest of rainbow shirts, announces that he’s going to Pride, and just sort of stares at each of them until they understand.
Courfeyrac realizes he’s gay in his preteen years and it takes him like a year to work up the courage to come out to his friends (Enjolras and Combeferre) and family (mom and dad). When he tells them they all just go “sweetie, we know”. Enjolras and Combeferre bake him a confetti cake that says CONGRATS in edible glitter. Courfeyrac cries.
Feuilly doesn’t really have anyone to come out to, since he has no living relations and he went straight into a job at a young age. He kind of…forgets to, to be honest, so he’s not out to his co-workers. They only find out when Bahorel comes to get him from work one day and he kisses Feuilly hello.
Like in canon, Cosette grows up into a pretty girl who loves attention. She’s very meticulous about the way she looks and is like nice when she notices guys checking her out. One day, though, a pretty girl smiles at her and does the checking-out thing and Cosette is like oh no when she feels her heart do the THING. She tells papa later that evening, and he’s amazing and supportive because, well, he’s Jean Valjean. He joins her marching in the Pride parade the following summer.
Enjolras’ coming out doesn’t go so well. He’s pretty much known he likes boys since forever ago, but only tells his parents at the end of high school. His parents are cold and arrange a Nice Girl for him to marry at the age of 25 or whatever. Enjolras fights with them on it, but when they continue to stand firm he decides they don’t deserve to be in his life anyway. He moves in with Combeferre, who he came out to years ago.
Joly and Bossuet, who have basically known each other since birth, come out to each other before anyone else. They then make a pact to come out to their friends and family on the same day. Bossuet’s parents don’t take it so well–his dad is pissed, and his mom tries to push him to go back to church. His friends, too, say “yeah that’s cool” but he can tell every time he says something that even approaches the subject of his sexuality that they’re weird about it. Joly’s, on the other hand, went well. His friends start teasing him like “yeah man I bet you thought you had appendicitis the first time you saw a guy you liked” and stuff, but they’re cool with it. Joly’s family ends up pretty much adopting Bossuet, too. Bossuet’s parents come knocking for him one day and Joly’s four younger siblings work together to slam the door in their face. (Bonus: since those two have a hivemind, they tell each other about being poly the same day.)
The subject of their combined affections, Musichetta, was a total badass about her coming out. She told her parents straight up that she was poly/pan. They were not sold on the idea, but she told them to accept her as she was or she’d leave without a second thought. It takes them a while to get used to the idea, but Chetta answers whatever questions they have. They grow to understand her, and come to love Joly and Bossuet once the three of them start dating.
Jehan has a hard time with it all. They WANT to come out, to family and friends alike, but they want to understand themselves before they try and explain it to anyone else. They tell this to the Amis who are all just like…you don’t have to ever figure it out. It’s alright. No matter who you are or what you do or who you love, we’ll be here to support you. Jehan cries really hard because they’ve been so confused for so long and their found family is saying that it’s okay to be unsure forever because who needs a title anyway? The greatest of group hugs happens that day, Jehan smiling in the centre of it. (Bonus: shortly after that, Jehan asks the Amis to start saying “they/them”. Grantaire buys a ton of neutral-looking clothes with gross flower print that he knows Jehan will LOVE. Enjolras falls in love with R a lil bit more since he knows he doesn’t have all that much money but he spent a bunch of it for Jehan to be happy and comfortable anyway).
Combeferre comes out to all his friends shortly after he meets them, but he never comes out to his family at all. He knows they’re homophobic, and a) he doesn’t like to start fights, and b) he decides that they don’t deserve to know. In an act of silent rebellion, he secretly gets a part-time job as a sales guy at a boot shop for drag queens. Courfeyrac’s the shop’s #1 customer. (Kinky Boots AU someone back me up here)
While Marius is almost entirely on the straight side, but every so often he’ll meet a man who sets his little Pontmercy heart aflutter. Courf is one of those guys and when they end up roommates Marius kind of…”aksdjasgkdhdh Lord save my poor bisexual soul”. But then he meets Cosette. He doesn’t tell her for ages because he’s terrified of what she’ll think, but eventually he works up the courage. She laughs because hey she’s bi too!! From that point on, they point out attractive people of various genders to each other while they’re on dates. (Bonus: one day, Marius and his grandfather get into an argument about politics over dinner. In a moment of passion, Marius stands and yells “LONG LIVE NAPOLEON! ALSO, I SOMETIMES LIKE BOYS!” His grandfather faints into his chair.)
Eponine never really had friends, so she has no frame of reference for what romantic attraction feels like. When she meets Marius, she figures instantly that what she’s feeling is romantic love. Shortly after, she meets Cosette and feels the same way. Now she’s confused. And then she meets the rest of the Amis and feels the same way about ALL of them. It’s very strange to have a crush on everyone, she thinks. With Grantaire and Jehan’s help, she comes to understand that what she’s feeling is, in fact, platonic love. And god, is she relieved to know. The only family members she tells about being aro/ace are Gavroche and Azelma. Azelma is like “I think that might be me too” and Gav is like “sweet, more lovely ladies for me”.
FINALLY, Grantaire. He’s never really given a shit about what gender his lovers were, and never given a shit about who knows about it. He doesn’t know or care whether or not his parents know. But oh, god, then he meets Enjolras, and can no longer imagine loving anyone else of any gender. When the Amis share their coming out stories, he just snorts and says ‘does it count if you’re only attracted to one person?’ and he accidentally stares at Enj as he says it and the Amis collectively suck in a breath because if they didn’t know who he was talking about before, they certainly do now. (Bonus: Everyone braces themselves when Enj stands up and goes to R, thinking Enj is going to try and start shit, but they start applauding when instead Enjolras grabs Grantaire’s face and kisses the life out of him).
Request - “Can u write a montyxreader where he’s very protective of her bc he likes her a lot”
(Sorry but I decided to switch Bryce with Marcus because I don’t really wanna write Bryce I hope that doesn’t mess up your vision and that this is okay!)
Locker code: confirmed, you thought to yourself, throwing in the heavy books you no longer needed for the remainder of the day.
Shutting your locker, you readjusted your bag and turned to go- before feeling eyes on you. From the corner of your eye you could spot Montgomery de la Cruz watching you. What was he doing? You thought. You knew each other fairly well, your social circles merged, but conversation was lacking.
Often, you were teased a little by your friends because you were so innocent. You were kind and caring and your friend Hannah described you as; ‘a ray of light’, a contrast to how Monty was portrayed. With a temper like a kettle, the boy was no stranger to trouble. He was attractive, no doubt, and on occasion you’d got to see the soft, teddy-bear side of him. It was clear to you that Monty was with the wrong crowd, he was often frustrated with them and struggled to be around them.
You decided to pretend to ignore Monty, he probably wasn’t even looking at you. You started off to your next class and noticed laddish laughter not far from Monty. Marcus appeared to be the cause of the laughter, his cronies hitting him in congratulation for whatever he had said. You decided to ignore them too, idiots.
In class you felt the same eyes on you, but they would occasionally scan the classroom, before making their way back to you.
“I don’t know. I mean, I think he’s really nice, but the hovering is a little odd sometimes.” You explained to Hannah. You always saw the best in people.
“He has a bit of a temper but he’s a good guy really. I’m sure he has a fair reason, you should ask him!” She encouraged. You laughed weakly.
“Probably not…” you trailed off, imaging how weird you’d look going up to Monty with; 'why do you keep hovering?’, yep. Definitely not.
Monty’s POV (a couple weeks prior)
Marcus and the boys were laughing next to him and messing with each other. Monty was laughing along as usual, not taking on everything that was being said.
“Monty? Eh? Whaddya say?” Justin nudged Monty.
“What?” He clicked back to his senses.
“Y/N L/N? Hot or not?” Justin asked.
“Yeah, hot. She’s cool.” He nodded.
“Isn’t she like some kinda virgin queen?” Zach asked, clearly getting confused from his revision.
“Who knows.” Marcus responded.
“Her sex life isn’t really our business, unless we’re involved.” Piped up Monty.
“You know what?” Marcus cut in. “I’m gonna ask that girl out someday soon.”
Monty jerked his head up.
“Why?” He asked more suddenly than he’d intended.
“Really? Y/N, little angel Y/N. I want to see how good our little angel is in bed. Does she have a devil side? Innocent girls like that always have a kinky side - I swear.” He chuckled to himself, eyeing Y/N up from across the corridor.
“She’s tight man. Yeah, imma ask her out.” He repeated, stroking his chin and wetting his lips with his tongue.
If there was one thing Monty had decided in the past minute, it was that Marcus Cooley was a through and through pervert. He was creepy as hell. Monty was disgusted by how grossly Marcus was acting, and he wasn’t going to let him anywhere Y/N if there was anything he could do about it.
Your POV (now)
You were putting books away again, and spotted Monty, again. The exceedingly attractive boy was starting to worry you, and make you conscious of your appearance. Had you had the same piece of spinach in your teeth for about two weeks? Did your hair look bad? Were your clothes gross? You had no idea. A tap on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts.
You had been so immersed in your thoughts you failed to notice the boy had gone.
“Hey, Y/N…” Montgomery was stood in front of you, his freckles full from the sunshine and his eyes glistening chocolate.
“You alright Monty?” You asked, hoping maybe he’s give an explanation as to the recent weirdness. He nodded;
“I’ve seen you looking.” You burst out before you even realised your mouth was moving. “At me. I’ve seen you watching me.” You clarified. You were instantly mortified at yourself, feeling rude and weird.
Monty smiled bashfully.
“Yeah I uh- I’m not being creepy - i promise, I just think you’re pretty rad to be honest.”
“So you just decided to watch me?” You laughed.
“Actually um, Marcus, Cooley, said a few things that grossed me out and I was trying to keep him away from you.” He breathed in honesty.
“Away from me?” You questioned.
“He said was planning on asking you out.”
“He did. I walked away without saying anything.” You giggled.
“Marcus was right about something, taking you out on a date would be awesome. I’m glad you rejected him.” He tried to conceal his smile to no avail. “And I felt a bit protective, okay, a lot protective, you’re the kindest soul at this school, and because I’m pretty certain I have a thing for you.” He was looking at his feet, “and I know you don’t feel the same back, it’s okay, I just needed to get it off my chest.”
You smiled at the sweet boy in front of you and leaned in on your tiptoes to peck him on the lips. When you saw the surprise on Monty’s, you leaned in and kissed him properly, smiling.
“Pick me up at six.” You smiled sweetly before sauntering off to happy dance in a toilet cubicle.
We interrupt your regular navel gazing with this vapid update: a week after cutting out dairy, wheat, refined sugar, red meat, alcohol, peanuts, processed foods, and caffeine, and my skin is like 100%. O-ver-night!
Whaaaaat else have I been doing wrong to my poor body? To my brain? Why does this thing not come with an owner’s manual?
This list is more so about things that I didn’t realize I needed for college, and what I realized I didn’t need once I was already at college, rather than a wholistic list of what you’re going to need. If you google your generic “college essentials” list, they more or less are truly what you’re going to need. I’m simply trying to share my experience after my first year of college. here we go kids
Things you might not have thought of:
wedge pillow/husband pillow: you know when you wanna do work in bed and sit up against the wall, and you try and use your pillows for back support but you can never get them in a comfortable position???? yeah. fear not!! there are wedge pillows and/or husband pillows for this!!! personally, I didn’t realize how much work I would do in bed prior to college. If you’re someone who does this, I HIGHLY recommend getting one of these pillows. it’ll just make your life a lot easier.
clipboard: you know when you wanna do work in bed, but when you’re trying to take notes and be studious your notebook is too floppy and it’s an immense struggle to take notes???? yeah. GET YOU A CLIPBOARD. my god. you could also get a lap desk thing, but tbh a clipboard should suffice.
clip-on lamp: if you’re like me, you might hate artificial lighting and hate having all of the lights on. you might prefer a nice lil lamp. every college list tells you to get a desk lamp. BUT YOU SHOULD GET A CLIP ON LAMP. as i’ve said twice now, i love doing work in bed. but sometimes it just gets dark!! and while your lamp lights up the room well enough, you might strain to see what you’re reading and/or writing. so, get a clip on lamp!! you can clip it literally anywhere it can clamp on to. so much freedom. so beautiful. 10/10 would recommend.
a robe: i went into college thinking i could just wrap myself in a towel and flee to my dorm from the bathroom. However, you’re gonna dry your hair, and then your body. and then you’ll go on your journey to your dorm. but, you’re hair is still gonna be wet, and then get you wet, and get the floor wet, and it’s just not a good time. (also sorry for the comma splices rn lmao) please make your life easier and get yourself a robe. then you can wrap the towel around your hair and keep it dry, while not having to run to your dorm hoping that your towel doesn’t fall! it’s a good time.
stand up hamper: i got a laundry bag and thought that would be a fun way to store my gross clothing. false information my friends. you know when you’re trying to put something in a bag, but the bag just keeps closing on it’s own bc of gravity, and then you’re trying to open the bag with the object you’re trying to put IN the bag–you know what i’m talking about. that’s what will happen with a laundry bag for a hamper. just get a stand up one friends.
NAPKINS: it’s the things that you always have around that you don’t realize you need. just have napkins. too many reasons to explain why they’re necessary.
a step stool!!!: this is college. your bed is going to be high up. that’s just how it is. you CAN rely on the lil ladder to get onto your bed, but that’s always a bit of an awkward climb. i highly recommend a step stool. it helped my tiny lil self out every single day.
mattress pad: this one isn’t necessary. I didn’t have one when I first got to college. but then my mom forced one upon me, and it honestly changed my whole life. do it. you don’t need a full on foam top mattress (unless you want one that’s cool too), but anything helps. college beds feel like dried up sponges. _______________________________________________________________________
Things you probably don’t need
clothes: no matter what, you are not going to have the amount of clothes that you need your first year of college. you will either over pack or under pack. there is absolutely no in between. try not to bring too many clothes. you will truly thank yourself.
extra storage bins: if you think you might need extra storage bins to put all of your stuff in, then you’re bringing too much stuff to your dorm. trust me. the storage that your school provides will be enough. don’t bring too much to school. you’ll have many breakdowns where you get so overwhelmed by all of the unnecessary crap that you own. i know i did
too many pillows: y’all, this is college. no one has time for five decorative pillows. the bed is just big enough to fit one human being. don’t bring all of those pillows. you will have no where to put them. your dorm will be cute without the pillows.
shower shoes??????: idk. this, in my opinion, is optional. i feel like everyone stresses how disgusting college showers are and how if you don’t have shower shoes you’re bound to get foot fungus. i personally think this is exaggerated and emphasized by germaphobes. shower shoes are a nice precaution, but your showers aren’t going to be completely horrible. However, I go to a tiny liberal arts school, and shared a bathroom with 4 other girls. If you’re going to a larger school with community bathrooms, then please disregard this suggestion. protect ur toes.
i hope this helps some people out!! freshman year of college is going to be a great learning experience!!!!!
My daddy says I am a good slut. I always take care of him at home, my daddy’s needs always come before mine. Whenever my daddy tells me to do something i do it without question or complaint. My place as a bimbo slut in the house is to cook and clean so daddy always has a nice place to relax and never lift a finger. Above all else I always dress slutty, even at home, you always want to look pleasing for daddy, daddy doesn’t want to look at some gross “comfy clothes” basic girl, he wants to see his little slut is always dressed slutty and ready to go.
If I see this trash in japan…. 殺したい
Adults shouldn’t look like monsters from children’s books. Japan should be against this 100%. How disrespectful and improper for a Coming Of Age ceremony.